wishing on a star that's just a satellite;;

"Clothes," Roy said, gesturing a hand behind him at the piles of bags. "Some toiletries. Your shampoo, I'm sure I'd never hear the end of it if I forgot that..."

He shrugged a shoulder. "Whatever else you need, I can go back for it. But in the mean time, would it be stupid of me to ask if you wanted something to eat?"

He returned to the bags, carting those containing food into his kitchen as he waited for Ed's reply.

"Should also change your bandage," he called through the lounge as he put the items in the kitchen away.

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Edward dog eared the page he was on, setting it down on the coffee table in front of him. A sly grin appeared on his features. "You brought me clothes? Such a shame, and here I thought you enjoyed seeing me in just one of your shirts," he called out after him, finishing off the rest of the coffee and standing up, heading into the kitchen. Edward walked past Roy, placing the mug carefully into the sink.

He just nodded his head, arms folding across his chest. "That can wait until after I eat, I'm more hungry than worried about that. Besides, last I checked I hadn't bled through the bandages you put on last night."

"Too much of a good thing may just spoil me," Roy said, glancing over at Ed and eyeing the shirt he wore. "And besides, I thought you may enjoy clothes that fit."

He nodded, and set about pulling out the relevant utensils and accompanying food. Bread for toasting, eggs, bacon... he glanced over at Ed and then pulled the sausages out too. He'd probably be back at the store sooner than he'd anticipated.

He set about preparing food that would hopefully satisfy Ed's hunger, but shot him a concerned look as he talked about his bandages.

"You might not have bled through," Roy said. "But there's still the risk of infection. Hygiene didn't seem to be their strong point when they last stitched you up, and my place isn't exactly sterile."

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Edward raised a brow, but didn't say much further about the subject. "Or I can just skip the clothing all together and walk around naked." He chuckled under his breath, his golden eyes flickering over to the food he was beginning to prepare, his stomach growling.

"But that might really be spoiling you." He said with a small smirk, shaking his head. "Then again you're doing all this for me, maybe you deserve to be a little bit spoiled." He added as sort of an after thought, trying to ignore the weird flip flopping his stomach was doing at just the thought of being naked around Mustang.

Shit, maybe he did have an infection and the first sign of it was him being delirious.

"Well then absolutely nothing would be done, I'd be too caught up in a fit of admiration," Roy said breezily as he began to fry bacon and eggs together in a pan. "Although I don't recommend nakedness at this particular moment, the oil does have a tendency to splash."

Roy moved easily through the kitchen, beginning to deposit food onto plates for Ed's immediate consumption, and other dishes for Ed's future consumption.

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Edward chuckled softly. They sure did have an odd relationship, didn't they? They weren't exactly friends, but they weren't exactly not either. Somewhere along the lines their relationship turned into a weird, bantering flirtatious type of thing, and Edward wasn't exactly sure when that happened.

But, here he was, standing in only a tee shirt and talking about being naked. This stuff came out naturally, it was like Mustang brought out the pervert in him. And that could be a bad thing.

"We'll save my nakedness for somewhere more.. appropriate, then." He shot back, eyes flickering over to Roy.

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"Like the bed," Roy said, brow raised as he looked over at Ed. "When you get more sleep later on. I think you still need it."

Roy slid plates onto the table, eyeing Edward expectantly.

"Do try not to choke as you inhale," he said. "Regardless of how much feeding you need, it would be a shame if you survived death only to succumb to it at my kitchen table. I still need to make those phone calls I didn't quite get round to yesterday, if you'll excuse me...?"

He slid round Ed on his way out the room, heading for his home's phone.

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Edward nearly choked on a laugh as Roy spoke, grabbing his fork and beginning to eat his food so he wouldn't say anything else more embarrassing, like Roy seeing him naked. He didn't know why he said such stupid things, but perhaps Mustang just brought it out in him. "Yeah, go--thanks." Ed waved him off, shaking his head as he began eating.

"Stupid," he muttered to himself, forking more food into his mouth. What was he doing? What were they doing? His side started throbbing, so he reached over and grabbed the painkillers he carried around with him and tossed a couple in his mouth, swallowing it down with orange juice.

Roy wasn't on the phone or long. Hawkeye had answered the phone in the office, early as ever, and had accepted his weak excuses with ease. The only time she gave some indication of how abnormal she found the situation was when she asked, in their round about coded way, whether he was alright. He had assured her all was well, there was nothing to worry about, and whilst she'd murmured her acknowledgement and empty "get wells" Roy got the feeling he wouldn't be getting off as lightly once he returned to his office in a couple of days.

Once he'd hung up, his fingers itched to go back to the dial, call Al and reassure him that his brother was home safe- but he couldn't. Ed would tell his brother when he was ready, when he was confident the danger had passed. But Roy didn't envy Al's extended mourning period, not in the slightest. And he supposed, on some dark, secret, horribly selfish level, this way he'd get Ed to himself just a little longer.

Roy headed back into the kitchen, phone out of sight to decrease the temptation. He fixed himself a cup of coffee as Ed ate, leaning against the counter and sipping the cooling liquid, waiting for the young man to finish.